I should stop coming back late.

Not as if my parents will scold. They will if I don't tell them that I'm coming back late. But then coming back late in the night, alone, isn't a very nice feeling. Especially when I have to walk past that corridor with such dim lights.

Maybe this is the effect of watching too many ghost stories.

Well anyway, I came back late on the Friday, 13th. Due to the parents meeting and prefects had to do duties. I reached home around 10+. I thought that by meeting my Mom would be ok. But who knows, she decided to go over my neighbour's house at the 13th floor to chit chat. Leaving me alone again to walk through that corridor. I freaked out lah. Besides, My Mp3 was low in battery. So, no companion. But I made it to my doorstep still. hoho.

That's why if I go out with my friends till quite late, I always ask them to send me home. During christmas, Kahjun, Peintiong, SHeryl and Carissa send me home too. Because the girls needed the toilet. So, lucky me. Although there were more of me going home alone.

I lived here ever since I was borned and I know the place well like my house. But I still freak out whenever I go home at night. I have reflections.

Once, I watched a movie. Can't really remember the details but there was one part where a green monster hand came out from the toilet bowl. and grabbed that person's arse down.

I was so scared till i dare not stay that long in the toilet. -_- I halved the time.

So silly of me.

Till now. Im still silly.